nowhere to hang the moon and stars
fireworks and bonfire sparks
no colour to express the dog of depression
no clarity of words in books
no shadows in the sleep-soaked room at night
the pair of complicit magpies
haunting the garden
(two for joy)
would be all white
their once glossy jet feathers and impertinent tails
cocked like exclamation marks
no longer punctuating their echoing cacophonous chatter and garrulous garden gossip
Kim M. Russell, 5th November 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: On Shades of Black
Anmol is our host for another week of dVerse Poetics. He says that black has been at the forefront of his mind and sight lately, as he has been thinking about its different shades, myriad interpretations and meanings, historical representations and contemporary assertions, its colourlessness and all-pervasiveness.
Today, he prompts us to share what comes to our minds when we picture ‘black’: what does it mean to us or what does it stand for? He says we can venture into different areas like identity, materialism, personal experiences, physics, et al or we can simply incorporate the word ‘black’ in our titles and poems.
To help us explore the realms of blackness, he has shared poems by Mary Oliver, Rilke, Gwendolyn Brooks and Paul Celan.